Naked you drink <br />chilled milk out of the fridge <br /> <br />great big gulps of it <br /> <br />(as if gasping for air) <br /> <br />milk spilling from a scarlet <br />mouth <br /> <br />flowing in rivulets <br />over your bare breasts <br /> <br />(from mountains such as these to the valley that lies between your thighs) <br /> <br />finally you <br />surface for air <br /> <br />wipe away <br />your milk moustache <br /> <br />mischievously <br />ask: <br /> <br />“Ya want some! ” <br /> <br />******** <br /> <br />This was orginally a haiku for a long while until it grew up! <br /> <br />'GULP! GULP! GULP! ' <br /> <br />Naked, she drinks milk <br />...spills out of mouth...over breasts. <br />She grins: 'Ya want...some? ! '<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-stuff-for-frieda-rose/
